Hopping off the gravy train April 20, 2013

 

 

 

Things only get worse for her as the Virgin Mayor is expected to face additional federal charges and the court has refused to delay the trial.

The legal circus starts on May 14, and according to the former mayor, the trial is expected to last ten days to two weeks, after which many believe the Virgin Mayor will be forced to resign to make way for a special election.

There seems to be some dispute over whether or not the trial was delayed, but not about the additional charges.

Politiker claims he was charged with conspiracy, something the feds held back, hoping to use it to get the mayor to plead guilty to the original charges.

My sources claim they would not have brought the additional charges if he had cooperated. But the whole thing smells, and I suspect the feds may actually believe the mayor might get off after all.

Regardless of what happens, all of this has to have rattled everybody connected with the mayor, perhaps souring the lovefest she claimed about town hall in her recent Facebook posting.

Nerves have to be frayed and tempers short. While the same group of insiders will still keep control for a short time if the mayor is forced to step down, they fear their time is short, even if he wins the case – the mayor’s enemies will use the case against him, maybe even mount a recall.

She must know this, too, and perhaps is putting on a happy face with all that love stuff she’s been spouting on Facebook. This also comes when she is struggling in her personal life, as the man she loves seems to be creating more and more distance between them.

It can’t be easy being her these days.

Still, struggling inside and out, she has all the natural resources to survive, working in her role as a good foot soldier until she gets her chance to rise up in the ranks. She might even be able to survive the Virgin Mayor’s downfall by attaching herself to the new regime. I don’t know how much she is really aligned with the Virgin Mayor or whether she is just along for the ride. If the latter, then she can hop off the gravy train before it crashes into a brick wall.

I actually hope she does get off at the right stop.

 

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